Back on the usual stage, the ever familiar figure stood before her audiences. Masked Phantom bows before her audiences…

"I apologize for the short setback on the previous chapter. My muse, Pixie had spite my glass of soda which had caused me to go into a strange mood causing havoc within my own lair. Fortunately my darker half, Darkness was around to stop me and managed to get the antidote to cure me. As for Pixie… He's trying to repent for what he has done." She points to a glowing cage with a little pixie locked in it.

To my fellow reviewers, Thank you all!

Mobileholmes, Iara, Haley Macrae: Yes! They meet at last and its time for reactions.

Selene13: Thanks for the well wishes. You'll find out soon enough.

Valora: Interesting perception, I found the meaning from a website. You can drop by at my profile to find out.

Nooka: That was one of my muses. She also my darker half in which you will not wish to cross swords with.

Anozina: Thanks for the encouraging reviews. Your valuable pointers, I gladly accept. Though I have to tell you that this story has no beta yet. So please bear with it until I find one. I also read some of your sh22 fics, it's really interesting. I look forward for more.

Alright on with the story…

Distant Relative

Chapter 7: The Holmes meets

"No… No… Wait… There must be some kind of mistake. I know that I'm a Holmes but it doesn't prove that I'm your relative. It's impossible!" Sandra stammered.

"Cool it off Sandra. We know that it's hard to swallow." Lestrade said softly as she placed her arm over Sandra's shoulder to comfort her. Until she was sure that Sandra had calmed down, she gave Holmes a reassuring look for him to continue. He briefly explained to her how he managed to locate her.

So much as Sandra would like to acknowledge Sherlock as her relative, however there was something that made her reluctant to do so…

"No! They mustn't know. I can't afford to let anyone else to get involve into this." Sandra thought as she looked into those bluish grey eyes of her 'relative'. The shade and its deepness, looked so much alike her father's eyes, the uncanny resemblance…

"Could he really be related to me?" she thought. However, she pushed that thought away, it was a hard decision to make but it has to be done.

"I'm sorry you must have got the wrong person, Mr. Holmes."

"Thanks for lending me a helping hand, Miss Lestrade. I have to go." Sandra took the jar of jam away from her hands.

Before Sandra could make her way back, Sherlock stopped her.

"If you are interested, we have organized a party and we would like you to join us. If you wish to, please do feel free to contact me." Sherlock Holmes scribbled onto his note pad and tore out the page and stuffed it into her hands. Even before Sandra could reject this invitation, Sherlock bided her goodbye, grabbed Lestrade's hands and quickly made his way down the stairs.

Sandra stared blankly at the scrap of paper and written on it in neat cursive, was the ever famous address. However the only differences were the contact number and email address. Could this really be true? Doubtfully, she pocketed the paper and made her way back.

"Hey! Stop it Holmes! Would you stop dragging me along with you and start explaining yourself," cried Lestrade while she tried to break away from his firm grip.

Embarrassed, he blushed slightly and released her hands immediately. He cleared his throat and returned to his gentlemanly composure and he answered, "It's pretty obvious that Sandra is reluctant to acknowledge me as family. And for living years with her Aunt, I could briefly reason why there would be distrust in her. Hence, it's pointless to force her to accept this kinship immediately."

"So… you gave her your contacts and the party invitation and left her to herself so that she could reconsider the entire thing. Nice move there Sherlock. For making the both of us look awfully stupid in her presence!"

"Really, my dear Lestrade, I'm flattered by your remarks."

"Save it for yourself. I'm driving you back." She said and got herself quickly into the driver's seat while Holmes buckled himself in the seat next to her."

"Try not to do any damages as I won't fancy bringing it to the mechanics in pieces." Holmes told Lestrade who seems to have other thoughts on her mind.

"Hmm… Err… What did you say?"

"Is something the matter, Lestrade?"

"Holmes, did you notice anything strange about that Mitchell kid?" Lestrade asked as she drove.

"Yes. What do you suggest?"

"Do you think that she's our young thief from that recent shop theft?"

"Tut tut, Lestrade. You're drawing your own conclusions again." He said while Lestrade narrowed her eyes to think.

"Though I have to admit that the probability is there, every theory needs its own evidence to support it and we do not have all the facts yet," mused Holmes and Lestrade nodded in agreement. However, there was an unspeakable fear mounting in him as he debated on whether Sandra could be involved in the thefts too.

When Sandra entered her apartment, Angela Mitchell was glaring at her from the living room. She is two years older than Sandra. Her green eyes narrowed at Sandra and she curtly asked, "What took you so long?"

"You should know. You heard and saw everything that happened." Sandra replied and returned Angela with the coldest stare she have.

"The both of them look like Yardies… and they seem to be onto us." Angela said as she admired her ruby ring.

"I told you to be careful!" Angela shot back with her eyes burning into Sandra's ever cold glare.

"I was… or we would have been taken into custody by now…" sneered Sandra coldly.

"I can't believe that you are actually be genetically related to such a zedhead," mocked Angela.

"Take it back! You zedding b----! Or else…"

"Or else what?" challenged Angela as she watched Sandra gritting her teeth in hatred.

"You know… we don't hesitate to do so if anything goes wrong." Angela smirked at the slightly defeated Sandra.

"Go to the party and find out what they know. I can't stand your existence." With that Angela returned to her magazines ignoring Sandra's icy glare.

Sandra stormed back into her room and slammed the door behind her. She thought for awhile before she could muster the courage to call Mr. Holmes to inform him that she would be coming over for the party.

To be continued...

Masked Phantom and Darkness were having a conversation on the stage…

Mp: That's some really coarse language there…

D: Still it did brought out the fire of the argument, didn't it.

Mp: Fortunately for you. It's under 'T'.

They turned back to the audiences and say…

Mp: Review, if you would like the story to move on…

D: No Flames…

Mp: So what would it be for today, flash bombs or smoke bombs?

D: Hmm… how about some pixie dust? (pulls out a pouch)

Mp: (Smiles) From Pixie? You're evil…

D: Thanks.

Each grabs a handful of shimmering powder and throws it over themselves and disappears as it touches them.